Lost Patriot

by Leonard Masauli
(Central Africa, Malawi)

I wish I could hold the wheelsAnd utter sense to your brainsI wish in the field I were the masterAnd level the balance of sanityWhat sort of courageousnessThat you spit on the publicIn your slanderous jacketAnd you spoil the duskJust to win favours at the dining tableForget not your traits ‘villager’Yet your house is untidyAnd you decorate the outsideShall we hold on to our trust?That you shall always vomit the just…We are the lost patriots